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letra de daedalus - loat!

[intro]
yeah(yeah)
b-tch(b-tch)
[?]
turned my room into a murder scene and lost my f-cking(yeah)
yeah, ay

[chorus]
i turned my room into a murder scene
i lost my f-cking mind
tattoos on my wrist i get my b-tch to tell the time
no i ain’t worried about no clout with all this money on my mind
she see the wings up on my back b-tch i can teach you how to fly
[post-verse?]
no i ain’t stressing ’bout no b-tch i turn this money to my [?]
how you live for [?] and stay on both sides?
n-n-now i think i speak to much, i’m maxing up my [?]
checking on my exes[?], i got bullets, 16 lives

[verse 1]
left lane, two baes, no fun, the highway
white goose, cocaine, cut her on the [?]
you see, i’ve known so long
bang, f-ck me on a privatе plane
[?] a white tee, ask her if shе like me
i’m on my rockstar sh-t, might take me to the night shed
another [?], she came to the right bae
she got [?] so long, bang, f-ck me on a private plane
told me that i’m bad, tell her [?] that i’m [?]

[chorus]
i turned my room into a murder scene
i lost my f-cking mind
tattoos on my wrist i get my b-tch to tell the time
no i ain’t worried about no clout when i got money on my mind(yeah)
she see the wings up on my back b-tch i can teach you how to fly(ay)

[post-chorus]
i ain’t stressing ’bout no b-tch i turn this money to my [?]
how you live for [?] and stay on both sides?
man i really think it’s k!lling me, i’m maxing up my [?]
she see the wings up on my back b-tch i can teach you how to fly
no i ain’t stressing ’bout no b-tch i turn this money to my [?]
how you live for [?] and stay on both sides?
n-n-now i think i speak to much, i’m maxing up my [?]
checking on my exes[?], i got bullets, 16 lives
[verse 2]
late night, but i’m the night type
mask on my face, [?] on my mind
i’m finna drive by, i’m talking homicide
man all these choppers really p-ssy, they don’t wanna die
it’s all [?] she like big red
she a p-rnstar, like a [?]
that b-tch wanna [?], she slim thick
i don’t know if i’mma k!ll em [?]

[bridge]
cause i’m a mad man, she a bad b-tch
i can make her blow hard, no mattress
and i’m fused to, i don’t lose hoes
like bruno, a-a-a-all bars baby we’re the f-cking [?]

[outro]
[?] fire than a [?]
tattoos on my wrist i get my b-tch to tell the time(yeah)
no i ain’t worried about no clout with all this money on my mind(money on my mind)
she see the wings up on my back b-tch i can teach you how to fly(teach you how to fly)

- loat

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